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![]() June 27, 2006Soap RollsI might stop buying Dynasty frozen spring rolls. Sometimes, they taste like soap. Maybe they don't rinse the machinery, after sudsing it down. Maybe they share floorspace with a detergent company. Either way, it's hardly appetising-- Curly bean-sprouts, long and thin; I mean, I've a foul mouth, and all, but it's hardly Dynasty's place to punish me. Ptoo! I got a particularly bad batch this morning. They left a chemical smell in the microwave. I decided not to eat them. << A Squeezy Lemon | Main | Who's Mad? >> |